Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Blog Tour with Giveaway: Love, Across the Divide by Krystal Ford

When
politically ambitious Republican Megan Thompson falls for her Democrat
roommate, Andrew Croswell, she must make
the choice between career over love, or love
over politics. Fans of Jojo Moyes’
One Plus One will love this sexy debut which smashes
stereotypes and strives to make sense of our not-so-brave new world. Most of
all, it asks a crucial question: Can love bridge the great American divide?

Book info:

Title: Love, Across the Divide

Author: Krystal Ford

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 1, 2018

Publisher: Krystal Ford

Format: Digital eBook / Print

Digital ISBN:B07CZN3XQH

Print ISBN:9780692111932

Synopsis:

On the eve of the 2016 elections, young Republican Megan Thompson faces
a once-in-a lifetime opportunity when her boss decides to groom her to run for
his congressional seat in 2018. Ambitious and pragmatic, Megan is missing just
one thing: a wealthy, well-connected trophy husband.

So, when Megan moves from Florida to DC and lets the congressman broker
a power match, she’s looking to get down to work, not fall in love. And she’s
definitely not looking to make nice with her new roommate, Andrew Croswell, a liberal
environmentalist determined to make her life hell.

After a series of unpleasant blind dates, Megan begins to lose hope of
finding her shiny white Republican knight in time to boost her appeal to donors
and voters. At last she hits it off with Brock, a dashing, Don Draperesque
spokesman for the NRA, and even love-shy Megan thinks he could be “the one.”
But as the year progresses, she and Andrew start getting along a little too
well, and Megan finds herself second-guessing all her well-laid plans.

Things start spinning out of control when a special election pushes
everything up by a year. As Megan races against the clock, she’ll do anything
to win—almost. Now she must choose: career over love, or love over politics?

Love, Across the Divide follows genuine, familiar characters from both
sides of the aisle, smashing stereotypes and striving to make sense of our
not-so-brave new world. Most of all, it asks a crucial question: Can love
bridge the great American divide?

He turned to her, holding out a bag of
corn tortillas. “We are making
tacos.” He put her in charge of prepping the toppings, then disappeared into
the fridge. When he emerged, his hands were full. “Tomatoes, lettuce, onions,
cilantro, avocado, cheese.”

She took the ingredients one by one
from his hands and set everything in its place on the counter, beside the
cutting board. She stared at the food items like they were questions on a pop
quiz she hadn’t studied for. What was she supposed to do with them? Only pride
kept her from asking for direction. She lifted the block of cheese and found a
grater. This, she could handle.

The kitchen started to fill with the
enticing scent of garlic in the frying pan. “Salsa!” Andrew barked. “Mild,
medium, or hot?”

Megan didn’t hesitate. “Hot, please.”

“That’s my girl. Chop some onions.”

She flushed with pleasure. Or was it
the green chiles he’d just added to the pan? Jeez, pull yourself together, Megan.

“What are you doing?” Andrew yelled,
stepping up behind her and cautiously stripping her paring knife from her
clenched hand, as though he were talking a suicidal victim off the ledge. “This
is not what you chop onions with,” he admonished, holding up the ancient paring
knife. “It’s dull as a butter knife! You’ll cut yourself sawing away with it.
Now this”—he unsheathed a ten-inch
Japanese chef knife from its block of wood—“is what you chop onions with.”

“I know how to cut onions,” she
insisted, and started to cut tentatively. Andrew’s watchful gaze made her
nervous. Her knife movement was clunky and awkward, leaving her with large,
uneven hunks of onion.

He smiled indulgently and stepped
closer. From behind her came traces of his hippie soap—eucalyptus and mint, she
believed—and a pleasant hint of body odor. “May I?” he asked, encircling her
arm with his and wrapping his hand around hers, showing the proper way to hold
the knife. “Now start with the tip, and then as you push the weight of the
blade down, you make a little rocking motion.”

As they chopped together in culinary
intimacy, an unexpected image flashed in her mind, of him fleeing her room with
a teddy bear barely covering his muscular butt. And suddenly it sank
in—something he’d said during their session with Emily: I’d already gotten undressed for bed.

So,
she thought, Andrew sleeps in the buff.

Her cheeks flushed as he murmured
gentle encouragements. When he slowly released his grip and took a step back,
disappointment flooded her body.

About the Author:

Originally from Montreal, Krystal Ford has fallen in
love with the Hudson Valley, New York, where she calls home with her husband
and two children. She has a Master of Arts from New York University and, when
she's not writing, works as a community organizer around environmental issues.
Her favorite pastimes are reading books and gardening.

Krystal
is offering one lucky grand prize winner a Vote, Women Tote Bag and signed
paperback copy of Love, Across the Divide
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